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As he worked down her midriff, he could feel the weight of her body push past his ribcage and slide into his awaiting gut, where her squirming only intensified. He was mindful of where she kicked her legs, rearing his head back until they pointed upwards from his throat, not wanting to risk their swinging motions toppling over a nearby bookshelf and causing damage to such priceless tomes. He squeezed her thighs into his throat, swallowing her down, bit-by-bit, while delicately pushing his fingertips to the bulges against his neck. His shirt’s fabric tore violently around the burgeoning flesh of his stomach as Gardenia’s legs sank deeper into his gullet, his buttons pressing deep into his stretched skin until they finally burst from their threads and gave his gut room to spill outward.
Lucian exhaled once the last bit of the girl disappeared into his body. His hands quickly got to work groping and squeezing the huge, struggling mass taking up so much space in front of him, his fingertips tracing the vague shapes of his prey pushing against his gutflesh, reveling in his own fullness. Cynthia was more than filling on her own, but now he could acutely feel both bodies stretching him out to the limit, mashed against his stomach lining. Upon pushing a fist to his mouth to suppress a long belch, the Psychic-type Trainer let a smug smirk curl his lips. Poor girl was well on her way to becoming one of the ghosts she’d feared so much.
“I apologize, Gardenia. It seemed my impulses got the better of me. For now, I’ll give you ladies a little time to settle in.” He returned to his novel, trying to focus on the pages despite the constant stimulation wracking his belly, the bookcase he was leaning against creaking in protest.
His eyes studied the words laid out in front of him, immersed in the world the author detailed. Even as his prey slipped into the back of his mind,
